The Top Closer's Golden Ticket

In my past life, I drew the grand prize of ninety-nine thousand dollars at the company’s annual Labor Day gala.

Right on the spot, my coworker framed me, claiming our department director and I were sleeping together and that the raffle was rigged.

From then on, I fell straight into the trap of self-defense.

Bonuses, benefits, promotions—I gave them all away, just to prove I wasn’t dirty.

Yet it still wasn't enough.

During the holiday, while inspecting an active construction site, that same coworker shoved me into a deep pit, leaving me buried alive in concrete.